Every night. A summer fell shorter.
Every day. I felt a little awkward.
There is a promise left behind.
There is a reason they step aside.
Black lung. Never meet the score.
Hi-standard. The record to never conquer.

Blue has its reason to appear on the color of our skies. Darkness has its reason to take over the domination. Assets are put aside when they are no longer useful. Some people depart on their last meaningful expenditure. Left, knowing they are out of use. Died, holding on to their true selves.